Hoarding Woes: Neckus Inneruptus

My little aunt has fussed and tumbled and taken a toll on her body, most recently her neck. But, tomorrow morning at 0-dark-30, I head in for a CT Scan in support of a MRI, I had yesterday. Some peculiar oddity here and there. Due diligence I am saying. Process of elimination most probably.

Well, this is a fine how do you do! Troublesome spots; this and that. Been there, done that. I haven’t got time for such shenanigans. A little slice and dice. Good as new? Well, perhaps, but not till the pumpkins collapse. The whole process begins in the morning. Assurances made to the little girl without scaring her.

Saying Goodbye

I started this blog to emotionally vent off after several years caring for my dying mother, who was a massive hoarder. It has evolved from grieving the loss of my mom, to cleaning up her massive hoarding mess, to taking on the care of my hoarding Auntie...to her hospice death, to our grieving of her loss and into the cleanup of her massive hoarding home. We have had little respite for several years. We are not unique or worse off than many. I simply write now and then to share, to let go, to maybe help. There is as much wisdom in the comments on this blog than from anything I write. Remarkable visitors.